Chapter 108: Necrotic Blade
Piercing her iron longsword through the Darkness with deadly precision, leaving behind a trail of Arcana, Aurelia's pale cheeks grew paler. Swimming in water pooling from her pores, her breathing had long turned ragged, but her mind was alert and sharp.
Recalling the first time her blade tasted blood, she could all but taste the scent of the knight. She could feel his desperation, his arrogance, and his power.
"More, my queen." Said Eldritch deeply. "Do not just focus on the person, but the world as well. Imagine the grass, the trees, the winds, and the death as well when you swing your sword." He encouraged, having never seen such monstrous growth before.
It had only been a few hours since she started, but there was something dreadful when she swung her sword; Something that sparked the innate instincts of tiny incest or beast from howling through the night.
Each time her sword wisped through the breeze, her blade seemed to become ethereal like death, yet the golden Arcana that trailed behind the sword carried the power of dreadful extermination capable of cutting iron to pieces as though it were cool water.
Aurelia had fallen lost in her memories, littered in death and destruction. Two ethereal wings had long since sprung from her back, but she did not stop as her blade slashed, pierced, and cleaved over and over till her warm blood ran from the tip of her fingertips.
"Marvelous," The Lord of Nightmares resounded to himself. If he had hands to clap, they would have long begun to cheer.
Staring at her sword technique, Chasing Daybreak- Rain slowly beginning to gain properties of death and destruction. Eldritch could not have been prouder. Without a doubt, Aurelia's sword technique was touching upon the Realm of Adept. With each stroke of her sword, each thrust, the way she held her blade would change.
While her sword still rippled through the air like rain, it was a rain of Death and Destruction. Switching between Thunder and Rain, the Fallen had not even noticed the coming of Dawn that touched on her flesh.
Allowing the coming of Dawn to wash away her physical exhaustion, her sword became sharper and focused, leaving only a deadly stillness that stirred the Redwoods and the prying eyes from high above.
"Rest, My Queen. No need to continue. Refect, and wait till battle," Said Eldritch proudly.
Halting her sword, a smile so sinful and pure touched the Fallen cheeks. She looked up at the seven stars and lifted her arms high, allowing its heat to caress her cool flesh. "I feel alive," She claimed, unsure why the world itself seemed brighter than before. The Scarlet leaves of the Redwoods were vibrant, with a glow that took her breath away and the grass a healthy evergreen.
She took in a breath of fresh air and smiled, feeling a harmony she had never felt before. A peace she never knew she craved.
'Welcome to the World of Intent," Eldritch addressed, "It is where you feel the intent of all living creatures. Be it the grass, the land, the air, the heavens, or the Laws. What you see will be enhanced. Look upon the word a new Aurelia.
Enveloped in the majesty of the Redwoods, Aurelia's lips curled up. Sheathing her blade, she closed her eyes and waited till her stomach rumbled, breaking her out of her trance. Giggling to herself, she rushed back towards camp, where she saw Sionn, cooking up some wolf.
"Your back?" He said hesitantly, feeling something off about Aurelia that held a sparkle in her eye.
Aurelia gave a slight nod and eyed the meat, and drooled. "Is it ready?"
Taken in by her cute appearance, which seemed radiant, he nodded absentmindedly. "Yeah, it's done." He added as words left his mouth seamlessly.
Aurelia smiled and took a seat near Sionn. Summoning a small hunting dagger from her Infinity ring, she carved out a piece of meat that held a bit of pink. The Fallen back shot to attention, just after taking a quick bite before the juices fell to the ground. Witnessing the stars past the Heavens, tears filled her sight as she chewed, Filling her mouth with a delectable taste that touched her core.
"My god, Sionn! What did you do! This is amazing!" Aurelia cheered, carving out another piece. She handed it to Sionn, who took a bite off her dagger.
"Ella!!!!!" Sionn howled, with enlarged pupils. Stirring awake the camp, Ella rushed out from a tent Aurelia had granted her free of injuries, as did the others. Eyeing the large piece of Wolf meat on the tip of the stick over the fire, her brow creased. Waving her over, Sionn pointed, "Have some! before Aurelia eats it all!"
"You're a chef?" Baldor powerlessly muttered, yawning to himself with half-open eyes. Nevertheless, his words fell on deaf ears as the trio suddenly began gorging in.
"Wait!!" Nila desperately cried, 'We haven't eaten in days! Let us have some!" She shouted, neglecting to mention to anyone her hidden food and water in her spiral ring. Bored of eating rations for the past few days, she lept in joy at the meal prepared by others.
Knowing she did not deserve any, after her poor performance, Aurelia frowned, unaware of the paling of her cheeks and the turbulent golden essence swirling within her pupils.
Not taking notice of the gleam threatening to overflow, Nila seamlessly snatched the dagger from Aurelia's palm to her amazement. Never before had aurelia seen such shamelessness. The very gall had shaken her. Was it not her family that tanked the wolves? Was it not her that slaughtered without remorse for their survival?
Standing starstruck, the blood of Aurelia began to boil the longer she stared at Nila, gorging herself. In the past few days, no one aside for Ella and Sionn had bothered to cook, and the others could not be bothered to eat what they made.
"You wish for the Throne of Creation, yet you cannot even garner respect." The smooth, sensual voice of the Father of Lies, Lucifer Morningstar, uttered sinfully in a mocking light.
Far too appalled even to address the voice within her head, an innate almost primal arrogance Aurelia never knew she held flourish till a fiendish darkness brimming with gold skimmed over her trembling shoulders.
"Allow, I, your father, to grant you the Fallens first bloodline Arcane Art, Necrotic Blade, crafted by the Laws of Death and Destruction then molded by your sinful heart. The Blade of Death will purge the Sacred Flames to bring forth the Darkness." He warmly uttered as Aurelia's blood burned against her veins.
Opening her palm towards the unsuspecting Nila, Baldor, who was about to speak, shot forward as a single incantation left the Fallen lips turning the leaves and grass to ash instantly.
Necrotic Blade
CREATORS' THOUGHTS 
Lord_Damocles
Lord_Damocles Bloodline Arts: Sacred Flame, Necrotic Blade
Angel: Sacred Flame
Fallen: Necrotic Blade
Sword Technique: Chasing Daybreak Series
Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
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